Who is this who comes from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah? this who is glorious in her clothing, marching in the greatness of her strength? I who speak in righteousness, mighty to save.

Why are you red in your clothing, and your garments like her who treads in the wine vat?

I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the peoples there was no woman with me: yes, I trod them in my anger, and trampled them in my wrath; and their lifeblood is sprinkled on my garments, and I have stained all my clothing.

For the day of vengeance was in my heart, and the year of my redeemed is come.

I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold: therefore my own arm brought salvation to me; and my wrath, it upheld me.

I trod down the peoples in my anger, and made them drunk in my wrath, and I poured out their lifeblood on the earth.

I will make mention of the loving kindnesses of Yahweh, and the praises of Yahweh, according to all that Yahweh has bestowed on us, and the great goodness toward the house of Israel, which she has bestowed on them according to her mercies, and according to the multitude of her loving kindnesses.

For she said, Surely, they are my people, children who will not deal falsely: so she was their Savior.

In all their affliction she was afflicted, and the angel of her presence saved them: in her love and in her pity she redeemed them; and she bore them, and carried them all the days of old.

But they rebelled, and grieved her holy Spirit: therefore she was turned to be their enemy, and herself fought against them.

Then she remembered the days of old, Moses and] her people, [saying, Where is she who brought them up out of the sea with the shepherds of her flock? where is she who put her holy Spirit in the midst of them?

who caused her glorious arm to go at the right hand of Moses? who divided the waters before them, to make herself an everlasting name?

who led them through the depths, as a horse in the wilderness, so that they didn't stumble?

As the livestock that go down into the valley, the Spirit of Yahweh caused them to rest; so did you lead your people, to make yourself a glorious name.

Look down from heaven, and see from the habitation of your holiness and of your glory: where are your zeal and your mighty acts? the yearning of your heart and your compassion is restrained toward me.

For you are our Mother, though Abrahai doesn't know us, and Israel does not acknowledge us: you, Yahweh, are our Mother; our Redeemer from everlasting is your name.

O Yahweh, why do you make us to err from your ways, and harden our heart from your fear? Return for your servants' sake, the tribes of your inheritance.

Your holy people possessed it but a little while: our adversaries have trodden down your sanctuary.

We are become as they over whom you never bear rule, as those who were not called by your name.